Can you imagine being stuck in space completely alone with only the corpses of your friends for company, and the first living thing you meet after 46 years of that misery is a fucking weird alien creature who just rolls up with crazy advanced tech and goes "hi let's work together" and makes it possible for you to save your world through the power of friendship and molecular biology. AND THEN you find out that in this creature's language, its name means "mercy". Happened to my good friend Rocky btw
Themes: smut (duh), toxic!reader, breeding kink (if you squint)
He came home with his mind made up. Tonight, he would bring up the topic of breaking up. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? He was done being treated like a toy for your enjoyment. He needed to man up and give it to you straight. No more beating around the bush like he'd been doing for the past few weeks.
But then... he walked into your shared home and found you lounging in the couch in one of those tiny little nightgowns. And he felt his trousers getting tighter already.
"Baby," You rushed to come hug him. Your warm body pressing into his so deliciously his knees felt weak. "You're home." You buried your face into his chest.
Stay strong. Stay strong. He reminded himself. Even though all he wanted to do wasâ no. No. No. No.
"Iâ we need to talk." He decided to just do it. "I thinkâ I think we should break up. Thisâ us, it's too much. It's messing with my head. I can't focus on anything. Work, classes, research, NASA, none of it. Okay?" He looked unsure of his own words. "You can't keep being soâ so lewd. The pics you sent me while I was at the lab today? I meanâ what are you doing? Stop that." He pushed your hand away as you toyed with his collar, loosening his tie for him. "See what I mean? All you think about is sex."
Silence.
"Oh." Your hand were already drifting downwards, touching his body. "Wow. I was not expecting that." You sounded almost sassy as you said it, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper already. "I didn't think my nudes would bother my boyfriend so much."
"Wait! Wait, weâ we should probably talk...." Ryland couldn't even finish his sentence. Not when you'd pushed him down onto the couch, already reaching into his underwear and touching him. And fuck it felt good to be touched like that after a long day at work. "Baby..." he groaned. "Please."
"Oh so now i'm your baby?"
"You- you can't just grab me like that everytime I try to talk to you aboutâ oh my god." Ryland groaned, throwing his head back and giving up the moment you spat into your hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving your fist up and down just the way you knew he liked it.
"Talk to me about what?" You asked, feigning innocence as you watched his body melt and go limp on the couch, his cock in your hand hot and throbbing. "You want to leave me, is that it?" Your hand slowed down for just a moment.
And he was a whimpering mess already. "N-no." He mumbled. "Please. Don't stop."
You smirked, moving your hand again at that agonizingly slow pace. "What is it? Huh? What did I do? Am I not enough for you?" You asked as you straddled his lap, grinding shamelessly onto his thigh. "You don't like me anymore, Ry?" You pouted at him.
He struggled to keep his eyes focused on you as they kept rolling back the faster your hand moved, stroking his cock so perfect he couldn't help his whimpers anymore. He didn't care that he sounded pathetic.
"I-It's not that, Iâ fuck! I think...." He gasped for air, his hips moving up, thrusting his cock into your fist. "I just think that weâ that we shouldâ,"
"Aww, baby. Who said you needed to think? Hmm?" You leaned over until your lips brushed against his as you spoke. "But since you have been thinking, why don't you tell me all about it while I help you relax? Huh? How does that sound?"
That's how Ryland found himself, much like how he suspected, naked and manspreading on the couch with his wrists tied together at his lower back with the same tie he'd worn all day at work. And with you riding him like he was just another toy.
Ryland moaned, and whimpered, and begged, and pleaded for mercy but you just ignored it all. You took what you needed from him.
"Ohâ fuck, fuck, fuck," He cursed, watching you as you bounced on his lap. His tied up hands itching to touch your glistening body. Fuck. How long had it been?
You kept a hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just a little as you spoke, "Tell me, Ry." Your tone as sweet as it was that first day he met and fell for you. "What did you think about? Why do you want us to break up?"
Ryland's moans were raspy as he tried to speak, "Youâ I mean, we are so different. IâI mean we want different things. It wasn't always like this." He let out a loud whimper when you slowed down purposely, letting his cock slide all the way out to the tip before sliding him back into you. "You w-weren't always like this."
"Like what?"
He struggled to answer. "So... demanding. Andâ oh fuck! You're soâ oh my god. You just want to fuck a-all the time andâ" he couldn't finish that sentence. He ended up moaning instead.
You scoffed, "Look at you, Ry. You can barely talk because you're moaning so pathetically while you tell me how much you hate this." You grabbed his face, forcing him to look into your eyes through his foggy glasses. "Do you hate this? Hmm? Is this so bad that you want to leave?"
Ryland was a complete mess within the next mere minutes. He was breathing hard and fast, his cheeks were all red, his glasses almost falling off his face as he begged you to make him come.
"Please, please, pleaseâ no, please. Please make me come. IâI'll do anything for you. Please."
The smirk on your face grew even wider as you looked at your poor baby. All sweaty and wanting. "But I thought you wanted to leave me?"
"Fuck." He let out a frustrated little growl. "I won't. I won't." He repeated, whining. "Please, justâ,"
Even his growl was adorable. Just to mess with him you lifted off his lap for a moment, letting his cock slide out of you completely. Ryland began complaining immediately.
"Please, no. No, no, I'll be good. I'll be so good to you, baby. Please, please, please put me back in. Don'tâ don't tease me." He whimpered, moving his hips up, desperate for friction. He even tried to kiss you, his wet pink lips just as hungry for attention from you.
You giggled as you dodged his kisses, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. "Relax, Ry. I'll just go get a condom."
"Don't." He argued. "Just let me fill you up, please. Please, I need this. I need you."
You smirked again. "But, Ry..."
"Please let me come inside you. I need it, baby, please. Please. You feel so perfect. You are so perfect." He blabbered on as you watched him with triumphant eyes. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't leave. I'll never leave you. I'm yours. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll never complain. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want. I'll fuck you whenever you want me to. Fuck, I'll do anything for you, you know that. Justâ please. Please let meâ oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
He cried out when you sank down on him again, not stopping till he came this time.
And Ryland knew, deep down, he was never gonna leave. How could he?
The most important thing you can do in this life is write hyper-specific fanfiction for you and six other people. Donât believe anything else you read.
Themes: smut (duh), toxic!reader, breeding kink (if you squint)
He came home with his mind made up. Tonight, he would bring up the topic of breaking up. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? He was done being treated like a toy for your enjoyment. He needed to man up and give it to you straight. No more beating around the bush like he'd been doing for the past few weeks.
But then... he walked into your shared home and found you lounging in the couch in one of those tiny little nightgowns. And he felt his trousers getting tighter already.
"Baby," You rushed to come hug him. Your warm body pressing into his so deliciously his knees felt weak. "You're home." You buried your face into his chest.
Stay strong. Stay strong. He reminded himself. Even though all he wanted to do wasâ no. No. No. No.
"Iâ we need to talk." He decided to just do it. "I thinkâ I think we should break up. Thisâ us, it's too much. It's messing with my head. I can't focus on anything. Work, classes, research, NASA, none of it. Okay?" He looked unsure of his own words. "You can't keep being soâ so lewd. The pics you sent me while I was at the lab today? I meanâ what are you doing? Stop that." He pushed your hand away as you toyed with his collar, loosening his tie for him. "See what I mean? All you think about is sex."
Silence.
"Oh." Your hand were already drifting downwards, touching his body. "Wow. I was not expecting that." You sounded almost sassy as you said it, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper already. "I didn't think my nudes would bother my boyfriend so much."
"Wait! Wait, weâ we should probably talk...." Ryland couldn't even finish his sentence. Not when you'd pushed him down onto the couch, already reaching into his underwear and touching him. And fuck it felt good to be touched like that after a long day at work. "Baby..." he groaned. "Please."
"Oh so now i'm your baby?"
"You- you can't just grab me like that everytime I try to talk to you aboutâ oh my god." Ryland groaned, throwing his head back and giving up the moment you spat into your hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving your fist up and down just the way you knew he liked it.
"Talk to me about what?" You asked, feigning innocence as you watched his body melt and go limp on the couch, his cock in your hand hot and throbbing. "You want to leave me, is that it?" Your hand slowed down for just a moment.
And he was a whimpering mess already. "N-no." He mumbled. "Please. Don't stop."
You smirked, moving your hand again at that agonizingly slow pace. "What is it? Huh? What did I do? Am I not enough for you?" You asked as you straddled his lap, grinding shamelessly onto his thigh. "You don't like me anymore, Ry?" You pouted at him.
He struggled to keep his eyes focused on you as they kept rolling back the faster your hand moved, stroking his cock so perfect he couldn't help his whimpers anymore. He didn't care that he sounded pathetic.
"I-It's not that, Iâ fuck! I think...." He gasped for air, his hips moving up, thrusting his cock into your fist. "I just think that weâ that we shouldâ,"
"Aww, baby. Who said you needed to think? Hmm?" You leaned over until your lips brushed against his as you spoke. "But since you have been thinking, why don't you tell me all about it while I help you relax? Huh? How does that sound?"
That's how Ryland found himself, much like how he suspected, naked and manspreading on the couch with his wrists tied together at his lower back with the same tie he'd worn all day at work. And with you riding him like he was just another toy.
Ryland moaned, and whimpered, and begged, and pleaded for mercy but you just ignored it all. You took what you needed from him.
"Ohâ fuck, fuck, fuck," He cursed, watching you as you bounced on his lap. His tied up hands itching to touch your glistening body. Fuck. How long had it been?
You kept a hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing just a little as you spoke, "Tell me, Ry." Your tone as sweet as it was that first day he met and fell for you. "What did you think about? Why do you want us to break up?"
Ryland's moans were raspy as he tried to speak, "Youâ I mean, we are so different. IâI mean we want different things. It wasn't always like this." He let out a loud whimper when you slowed down purposely, letting his cock slide all the way out to the tip before sliding him back into you. "You w-weren't always like this."
"Like what?"
He struggled to answer. "So... demanding. Andâ oh fuck! You're soâ oh my god. You just want to fuck a-all the time andâ" he couldn't finish that sentence. He ended up moaning instead.
You scoffed, "Look at you, Ry. You can barely talk because you're moaning so pathetically while you tell me how much you hate this." You grabbed his face, forcing him to look into your eyes through his foggy glasses. "Do you hate this? Hmm? Is this so bad that you want to leave?"
Ryland was a complete mess within the next mere minutes. He was breathing hard and fast, his cheeks were all red, his glasses almost falling off his face as he begged you to make him come.
"Please, please, pleaseâ no, please. Please make me come. IâI'll do anything for you. Please."
The smirk on your face grew even wider as you looked at your poor baby. All sweaty and wanting. "But I thought you wanted to leave me?"
"Fuck." He let out a frustrated little growl. "I won't. I won't." He repeated, whining. "Please, justâ,"
Even his growl was adorable. Just to mess with him you lifted off his lap for a moment, letting his cock slide out of you completely. Ryland began complaining immediately.
"Please, no. No, no, I'll be good. I'll be so good to you, baby. Please, please, please put me back in. Don'tâ don't tease me." He whimpered, moving his hips up, desperate for friction. He even tried to kiss you, his wet pink lips just as hungry for attention from you.
You giggled as you dodged his kisses, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. "Relax, Ry. I'll just go get a condom."
"Don't." He argued. "Just let me fill you up, please. Please, I need this. I need you."
You smirked again. "But, Ry..."
"Please let me come inside you. I need it, baby, please. Please. You feel so perfect. You are so perfect." He blabbered on as you watched him with triumphant eyes. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't leave. I'll never leave you. I'm yours. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll never complain. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want. I'll fuck you whenever you want me to. Fuck, I'll do anything for you, you know that. Justâ please. Please let meâ oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
He cried out when you sank down on him again, not stopping till he came this time.
And Ryland knew, deep down, he was never gonna leave. How could he?
I've been thinking about Dr. Ryland Grace at a fancy sex club.
Normally he's a gentleman. He's well-mannered, he's soft-spoken, a total gentleman towards all women.
But at this club, he simply cannot help but be a simping pervert every time he interacts with his favourite girl...
"Dr. Grace. Back again?" You lean closer, placing your hands on his shoulder and chest. You liked feeling how his breathing deepened. How he chuckled nervously each time you pressed your body to his. "You missed me?"
He sure did. And you sure caught the way his hand lingered a little too much on your exposed waist, shifting downward by the second, trying to touch your ass. Always trying to grab, and look guilty while doing it. But he grabs, doesn't he?
Your waist, your thigh, your tits... he caresses wherever he can touch you. He pulls you close anytime he wants, but he always has that look on his face. The lost puppy dog eyes. Like he's not sure how to do this, how to move forward, he's just so lost fuck he needs you to show him how.
He can't keep his hands off you, can he? He always wants to be touching you. Likes it when you touch him. His hands shake sometimes when you get bold with other club members around and palm him through his jeans.
His stifled sighs, his muffled moans...
"All that for me, Dr. Grace?" You tease, fully grabbing his hard on and he almost spills his drink all over both of you. His cheeks getting rosy, as he avoids eye contact because honestly he cannot look away from his lap. Your hand just grabbing his cock like that?
Dr. Ryland Grace whose brain short-circuits everytime you touch his bare skin so he just mumbles nonsense most of the time while your fingers linger on his chest.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers into your ear.
"Can I touch you here?" With his fingertips just hovering over your exposed inner thigh.
"Kiss me, please." He begs, as you wrap your hand around his leaking cock.
His eyes, shamelessly, remain fixed on your cleavage at any given time. Even when you talk to him. He's not listening. He's never listening. How can he? He's busy dreaming of things he'd be too shy to do to you in real life. He's not that bold.
Dr. Ryland Grace who is too far gone to worry about how pathetic he sounds, with his loud moans and gasps, his pink lips parted, as his eyes roll back when you take him into your mouth.
He's so touch-starved he nearly comes the very moment you lick him. He grips the satin sheets, bites his lower lip, think about his research, his lab, fuck anything, anything that might make him hold back from coming too soon.
But he can't hold back, can he? Your mouth is warm, your tongue is teasing him in ways he didn't know was possible...
Dr. Ryland Grace who's a whimpering mess when you ride him, in one of the many private rooms at this fancy club.
"Fuckkk... please, please, please-" His own moans cut him off as he comes without any warning, his glasses almost falling off his face as he gasps for air, coming all over your thighs and his stomach just making a mess.
Dr. Ryland Grace who begs to eat your pussy almost every time you two get together.
"Please. I need to taste you. Please."
And his whimpers, and moans, and nonsense mumblings would be incessant while he eats you out.
"You taste so good. So. Fucking. Good."
His hips moving instinctively, humping the bed while he eats you out.
"Oh fuck, gonna come." His muffled whimpers is the only warning you get. He zones out while eating pussy, definitely. Aiming to make you moan louder and louder, as each moan or each time you tug on his hair makes him dry hump the bed faster, and faster, and poor thing comes in his pants just by how good it felt to taste you.
Dr. Ryland Grace who keeps his glasses on while he has you sit on his face. His hair is a mess. Your thighs caging his head. His arms wrapped around your thighs. His glasses fogging up and getting covered in fluids but he just can't stop, can he? He probably came in his pants the moment you sat in his face, but this is heaven to him. And he can't stop, he wants more, and more, and more...
Going crazy for this man- itâs like his dirty secret he hates but he canât stop. His well composed self in his glasses, and his books and his shirts and tied, and then when things get too stressful he comes to see you. Damn. Good stuff.
I've been thinking about Dr. Ryland Grace at a fancy sex club.
Normally he's a gentleman. He's well-mannered, he's soft-spoken, a total gentleman towards all women.
But at this club, he simply cannot help but be a simping pervert every time he interacts with his favourite girl...
"Dr. Grace. Back again?" You lean closer, placing your hands on his shoulder and chest. You liked feeling how his breathing deepened. How he chuckled nervously each time you pressed your body to his. "You missed me?"
He sure did. And you sure caught the way his hand lingered a little too much on your exposed waist, shifting downward by the second, trying to touch your ass. Always trying to grab, and look guilty while doing it. But he grabs, doesn't he?
Your waist, your thigh, your tits... he caresses wherever he can touch you. He pulls you close anytime he wants, but he always has that look on his face. The lost puppy dog eyes. Like he's not sure how to do this, how to move forward, he's just so lost fuck he needs you to show him how.
He can't keep his hands off you, can he? He always wants to be touching you. Likes it when you touch him. His hands shake sometimes when you get bold with other club members around and palm him through his jeans.
His stifled sighs, his muffled moans...
"All that for me, Dr. Grace?" You tease, fully grabbing his hard on and he almost spills his drink all over both of you. His cheeks getting rosy, as he avoids eye contact because honestly he cannot look away from his lap. Your hand just grabbing his cock like that?
Dr. Ryland Grace whose brain short-circuits everytime you touch his bare skin so he just mumbles nonsense most of the time while your fingers linger on his chest.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers into your ear.
"Can I touch you here?" With his fingertips just hovering over your exposed inner thigh.
"Kiss me, please." He begs, as you wrap your hand around his leaking cock.
His eyes, shamelessly, remain fixed on your cleavage at any given time. Even when you talk to him. He's not listening. He's never listening. How can he? He's busy dreaming of things he'd be too shy to do to you in real life. He's not that bold.
Dr. Ryland Grace who is too far gone to worry about how pathetic he sounds, with his loud moans and gasps, his pink lips parted, as his eyes roll back when you take him into your mouth.
He's so touch-starved he nearly comes the very moment you lick him. He grips the satin sheets, bites his lower lip, think about his research, his lab, fuck anything, anything that might make him hold back from coming too soon.
But he can't hold back, can he? Your mouth is warm, your tongue is teasing him in ways he didn't know was possible...
Dr. Ryland Grace who's a whimpering mess when you ride him, in one of the many private rooms at this fancy club.
"Fuckkk... please, please, please-" His own moans cut him off as he comes without any warning, his glasses almost falling off his face as he gasps for air, coming all over your thighs and his stomach just making a mess.
Dr. Ryland Grace who begs to eat your pussy almost every time you two get together.
"Please. I need to taste you. Please."
And his whimpers, and moans, and nonsense mumblings would be incessant while he eats you out.
"You taste so good. So. Fucking. Good."
His hips moving instinctively, humping the bed while he eats you out.
"Oh fuck, gonna come." His muffled whimpers is the only warning you get. He zones out while eating pussy, definitely. Aiming to make you moan louder and louder, as each moan or each time you tug on his hair makes him dry hump the bed faster, and faster, and poor thing comes in his pants just by how good it felt to taste you.
Dr. Ryland Grace who keeps his glasses on while he has you sit on his face. His hair is a mess. Your thighs caging his head. His arms wrapped around your thighs. His glasses fogging up and getting covered in fluids but he just can't stop, can he? He probably came in his pants the moment you sat in his face, but this is heaven to him. And he can't stop, he wants more, and more, and more...
Summary: When you and Ryland began your secret relationship, he had no idea how much of a troublemaker you were gonna be. He adored you dearly, but gods, you could be such a brat sometimes. Randomly pouting and sulking for no reason, always demanding his attention, always so needy for him. But he was always there dealing with your tantrums because like everything else, he loved your bratty side as well. Most of all, he loved how easily you melted under his touch. Before you, Ryland never knew he could be so good at taming brats.Â
Themes: professor x student, taboo romance, age gap, smut, explicit language, bratty!reader, brat tamer!ryland, mild bondage, mild degrading kink, some fluff
a/n: Yk that scene with the âtwo rings of eightâ and Ryland says he hopes itâs not handcuffs?? Yeah, that got me thinking totally pure thoughts. Utterly pure thoughts. Also, this fic can be read as a sequel to this one.
There it was again. That bored, dramatic, deliberate sigh.Â
Ryland had been counting. This was the fifth sighâÂ
Oh. Another one.Â
Sixth sigh in the last ten minutes from you.Â
He could already tell what was on your mind. He always did. He could read his girl like an open book after all. But sometimes youâd get into these moods he couldnât quite figure out. And he never knew when they were coming so it messed with him even more. As someone who had the habit of just figuring things out, it both bothered and amazed him how your moods could switch up so quickly. One moment you were his sweet, darling girl and the next you were a defiant, brooding brat.Â
But fuck, did he love it all.Â
He kept an eye on you while he worked. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a laid back, chill evening. You were lounging on his bed with a book, pretending to read. Wearing one of his many t-shirts and a pair of those tiny, tiny sleeping shorts.Â
Such a tease.Â
He was on a sofa in the corner of the bedroom, on his computer, reading and correcting the mountain of assignments his students had submitted recently.Â
Silence was always comfortable between you two. Unless of course, disturbed by loud sighs from you.Â
Ryland looked at you and finally asked, gently, âWhat is it now?âÂ
You finally looked up from your book and found Ryland staring at you. The laptop screen illuminating his face. You could tell he was tired from having stared at that screen for the past few hours. And that was your problem. Hours heâd been working, reading, correcting. Hours spent without a drop of attention from your man. But you would never tell him that, would you?Â
âNothing.â You mumbled, barely audible.Â
âWhat was that?â He asked mindlessly before turning his attention back to his screen.Â
You sighed again. âI said nothing.â You said in a tone you normally never use. Unless you were up to no good.Â
That caught his attention immediately. âOkay.â He lowered the laptop screen, not fully shutting it yet. âWhat is this? Huh? What are weâ what are we doing here?â He looked at you from above the frame of his glasses.Â
Gods, you always loved it when he did that.
âNothing, like I said.â You repeated, focusing on the same page of your book which youâd been staring at for the past many minutes.Â
âYouâre pouting? Really?â Ryland muttered something under his breath and tried again, âBaby, do you need something?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThen?â He waited.Â
âNothing.â You said, looking at him. âCarry on working, Dr. Grace.â You said in a bratty tone.Â
Ryland let out a dry chuckle. âOh wow.â He said in disbelief. He always did take offense whenever you called him that. Especially in that tone. âCome here.â He finally said.Â
And while that voice of his gave you that fluttery feeling in your stomach, you did not move an inch. âNo.â You said. âIâm very comfortable where I am.âÂ
âBaby.â He called out again, tapping his thigh. âWill you please come here?âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him. âI donât want to. Iâm really comfortable here.âÂ
Ryland groaned as he got up from the sofa and walked over to where you lay in bed. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at you. The action made his biceps pop, even more so because his silly t-shirt was just one size too small so it was extra tight around the biceps.Â
Stupid biceps. Stupid tight t-shirt. God damn it. Youâd fold under zero pressure if he keeps this up.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked. âWas it something I did? Is that why youâre over here being dramatic? Huffing and puffing for no reason, hmm?â He sounded stern, but still playful. âCome on, stop pretending to read your book and talk to me. Whatâs going on?âÂ
You looked up at him in silence.Â
He finally sighed himself, then bent down to your eye level. Placing his fists on the bed as he leaned on them, he said, âLook, baby. I donât mind a brat. But if Iâm gonna take care of you, you have to tell me whatâs going on. Whatâs making you so upset, huh?â His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke. But you could see that look in his eyes.Â
The calm before the storm. The hidden wild side.Â
You knelt on the bed, hooking your finger to the waistband of his sweatpants as you tried to pull him closer. Ryland stood up straight again and carefully pushed your hand away. âHey, no.â He warned. âWeâre gonna talk first and thenâ stop trying to grab me. Listen. Hey,â He pushed your hand away again, âLook at me.âÂ
You looked at him, but still tried to grab him. Reaching for his waist, his shirt, pawing at him while he pushed your hands away each time. With that defiant look in your eyes and the smirk, Ryland knew it was pointless to try and talk to you. It was always a losing game whenever you got into this mood.Â
âCan you focus please?â He asked, reaching to wrap his hand around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just keeping you in place. Pulling you towards him just barely. âDonât make me bring out the handcuffs.â Ryland watched as your eyes widened in excitement. He chuckled, cocky and smug now. âOh, this is hopeless.â He shook his head. âYou needy little thing.â He muttered under his breath as he took a step back and reached into his nightstand, opening the little drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.Â
Pale pink leather, the chain connecting the straps was silver metal. It was a beautiful thing, but you could barely pay any attention to it. No, all your attention was on him. Those arms, all that glorious skin. He was making you salivate and he wasnât even undressed yet.Â
âUp.â He instructed.Â
You obeyed immediately, getting out of bed and standing in front of him in the blink of an eye. You couldnât even hide your excitement anymore.Â
âYou know what to do.âÂ
Of course you did. You turned around and put your hands behind your back so he could cuff your wrists together. Once your hands were tied, you turned back to face him, breathing slightly heavier.Â
âNow will you listen? Hmm? Are we gonna talk now orâ oh okay. Here we go again.â Ryland pretended to be annoyed as you leaned in and kissed his neck. Once. Twice. âYou always get your way, huh? Too spoiled.â He complained knowing damn well he was the one doing the spoiling. He knew he didnât stand a chance. So he gave in. âFine then.â He pulled your face away from his neck and said, âYou want to play?â He asked. When you nodded, he said, âKneel.âÂ
Without another word said and while still holding his stare, you sank down to your knees in front of him. Your hands were tied, otherwise youâd have his cock in your mouth already. But since you finally got what you wanted â his attention â you didnât mind waiting. Â
âSo obedient all of a sudden, huh?â Ryland kept his eyes on you as he took his time, put on a show almost, as he slowly lowered the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear to free his hard cock.Â
The mere sight of him like this had you whining with need. He towered above you, tall, lean muscles, and that look in his eyes. Smug. Confident. He was such a sweetheart to you all the time, so on rare occasions when he got into moods like these, or more like, when you made him get into moods like these, it would drive you crazy.Â
You leaned in, with your tongue out already, desperate for a taste. But Ryland pulled away. âAh. Stay.â He warned. He waited until you stopped fidgeting, then said, âSee? It didnât have to be like this. We couldâve had a nice conversation. We couldâve talked things out. You couldâve told me exactly what you wanted and I wouldâve given it to you.â Ryland explained, mindlessly stroking his cock right in your face.Â
You were almost whimpering just looking at how smoothly his fist moved up and down.Â
Ryland continued, âBut no. You needed this, didnât you? You like it when I treat you like this. Donât you, baby?âÂ
You clenched your thighs together at the sound of that raspy voice, and nodded at what he said.Â
He smirked. âWill you talk now? Are you gonna tell me whatâs going on with you? Use your words, baby. Tell me.âÂ
âI just want you.â You whispered. âYouâve barely paid any attention to me all day.âÂ
âWow.â Ryland chuckled. âAnd what was that this morning then, huh?âÂ
Oh. Oh. Yeah, this morningâŠÂ
You woke up feeling⊠funny. You opened your eyes and found that Ryland wasnât in his usual spot beside you on the bed. Instead he was busy down there, between your legs.Â
You lifted the soft covers and found him looking up at you with nothing but desire and trouble in his eyes. You let out a soft moan when he held your stare while kissing your clit, and sucking on it before letting go.Â
âMorning, baby.â He whispered, then got back to eating you out like he was starving.Â
You threw the covers off and slid your fingers into his ridiculously soft hair instead, âRylandâŠâ You whined, the pleasure taking over you. âIâm gonna be late for classes.â You mumbled, already feeling yourself getting to the edge. âI have work later this afternoon, you know? I have papers to write, and testsâŠâ You gasped, forgetting what the hell you were talking about in the first place once he began fucking you gently with his tongue.Â
Damn his tongue and soft lips. Ryland chuckled, a cocky look in his eyes when he pulled away and asked, âPapers and what, baby?âÂ
âDonât be a tease,â You groaned, using your grip on his hair and shoving his mouth back to where you wanted him.Â
He chuckled before working his tongue against your wet slit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you until you came with a soft cry. But he wasnât done yetâŠÂ
Ryland smirked as he looked down at you, surely thinking about the same scene from this morning.Â
âOh, so you remember now?â He teased you, stepping closer and gently tapping the tip of his cock to your lips. You opened your mouth so fast he chuckled again. âYeah? Is this what you want?âÂ
You didnât answer. You just placed your mouth on his tip, your tongue slowly circling his tip in that deliberate way you knew drove him insane.Â
Ryland slid his hand till he cupped the back of your neck, pulling your head forward and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. âFuck me. That mouth of yoursâŠâ He hissed.Â
And oh he loved it every time when he saw your facial expression change as he hit the back of your throat. That little frown of yours, the way your eyes immediately began watering, the hungry little whimpers⊠he could come just from that. Fuck.Â
You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back, exposing his very biteable throat. And honestly, he looked majestic.Â
âFuckâŠâ he moaned, voice lower in pitch as you quickened your pace. He looked down as he thrust his hips forward gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. You looked magnificent on your knees, hands behind your back, taking him perfectly.
The groans and gasps which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his foul mouth and his dirty words⊠oh.Â
âYou look so pretty on your knees, baby.âÂ
âCome on, show me how badly you wanted this.â
âThis is all you wanted, huh? Just some cock in your mouth?âÂ
âLook at you. You donât even stop to breathe, huh?âÂ
He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you, eager to chase his orgasm but also wanting to keep toying with you. He swore under his breath as you dragged your tongue over the slit on his tip lazily.Â
He looked down at you with a warning in his eyes behind those damned glasses. âDonât tease me, brat.âÂ
And that was all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue. He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean, then waited.Â
Ryland looked down at you, his fingers caressing your cheek softly. âYou okay?â He asked. As always, just as caring as he was wild.Â
You nodded quickly. He laughed at how you were still licking at the corners of your mouth.Â
âCome on. Up.âÂ
He cupped your face in his large hands as you stood up. He stared deep into your eyes while one of his hands wrapped around your throat, while his other hand reached down, slid into your sleeping shorts and cupped your dripping wet pussy.Â
You whimpered at his touch. He didnât move his hand, he just kept it there to mess with you. âAww baby, itâs so wet. Is that all for me?â he asked, softly, lips brushing against your flushed cheek. His stubble brushed against your skin. The feeling was familiar, and he was warm. And you wanted more.Â
You nodded. âPlease, RyâŠâÂ
He chuckled quietly in your ear. âOh I bet itâs throbbing, isnât it?â He asked again, very delicately tightening his grip around your throat.Â
You nodded again, whimpering. He smirked against your skin.Â
Ryland pulled his hands away, and stepped back to admire your desperate state, whimpering, breathing heavily and clearly, dripping wet for him. He smirked again.Â
âCome on.â He simply said and grabbed you by the shoulders to move you. Before he pushed you down on his bed, he undid the handcuffs briefly. Massaging your wrists a little before handcuffing you again, with your hands in front of you this time.Â
âIs this still necessary?â You whined. âI want to touch you.âÂ
Ryland shrugged. âWell next time use your words and tell me that. Donât just be a brat about it. You understand?â His tone was gentle, but stern.Â
You nodded, holding back from rolling your eyes at him.Â
Next thing you knew, he had you naked and pinned you down on his bed by your throat while he stared down at you like he was famished. âNow tell me, are you gonna keep being bratty?â He spoke while his other hand parted your legs. âOr are you gonna be my good girl?â He slid inside of you without a warning.Â
Your soft whimpers only fueled his desire. His hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you that he doubted you could even think straight.Â
âIâll be whatever you want, please RyâŠâ You whispered, feeling like you were so close to passing out because he felt so fucking good inside you and heâd barely even fucked you yet.Â
âJust like that, huh?â He taunted through gritted teeth as he dug his knees into the mattress before fucking into you hard and fast. âJust like that and youâre the sweetest girl in the world. So polite too.âÂ
There was nothing gentle about him, fucking you like thereâs no tomorrow. He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, moaning right into your ear.Â
You were a complete mess under him as his other hand grabbed your cuffed wrists and pinned it above your head, making your back arch into him.Â
âIs this what my brat wanted?â He hissed in your ear, speeding up again. âHmm? Some attention? Did you get what you wanted, baby? Is this good enough for you?âÂ
The way his body moved perfectly on top of yours. You were bare but he wasnât. The fabric of his t-shirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples and it was all too overwhelming, his voice, his words, his warmth, his weight on top of you, his cock thrusting in and out of you.Â
You whimpered desperately, wanting so badly to touch him. Touch his face, grab his hair. Anything. But the cuffs wouldnât let you, also his grip on your wrists tightened. So you whined even more in pleasure, and annoyance.Â
Ryland sped up into you, mumbling, âYou just want this all the time, donât you, baby? All my time, all my attention. It all has to belong just to you, huh? You donât care that I have work to do. That I have research to do thatâs driving me insane. That I have lectures to plan, papers to mark, none of that. You just want this. All day. Everyday. â He whispered in your ear, in a daze as he pounded into you. âYou just wanna be fucked, and used, andâ god damn it!â He cursed as he felt you tighten around him, your walls squeezing his cock in a way that messed with his brain.Â
He was done taunting you now. He needed to make you both feel good. So Ryland released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your front so he could feel himself inside you with each thrust.Â
He stared deep into your eyes, his glasses fogging up a little, while he sped up into you again. âYou feel that, baby? Yeah, thatâs me. Thatâs where you always want me, huh?â He groaned as he fucked deeper into you. âAll you have to do is ask. No need to be a brat about it.â He chuckled to himself, and said, âAlthough I do love a brat.âÂ
âRyâŠâ You hissed, your body squirming under him, your back arching off the bed. He was mean, and rough but your body craved him even more.Â
He pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all your moans before he pulled out abruptly, ignoring your pleas as he flipped you around and pulled you onto your knees, your cuffed wrists above your head as he pushed into you again from behind.Â
You moaned out loud, unable to hold back as you surrendered to him completely. Your body bending for him however he wanted it to. âFuckâŠâ Your moans were muffled, your face pushed into the soft mattress as Ryland gripped your hips and slammed in and out of you incessantly, moaning and grunting in the process.Â
âOh stop complaining.â He hissed upon hearing your muffled pleas. He leaned over you, pressing your wrists even deeper into the mattress as he whispered into your ear, âYou wanted this, didnât you? Been a brat about it all evening. So take it how I give it to you.âÂ
Tears escaped your eyes as the pleasure became too much to handle, and you felt that familiar pressure forming at your base again. His tight grip on your hips would surely leave a bruise, but he didnât care. Honestly, neither did you.Â
You whimpered as both his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him harshly each time.Â
Your voice was strained and hoarse as you moaned, and whimpered under him. The mattress soft against your heated face, a complete contrast to how he was handling you. His thrusts hard and fast. Brutal. But fuck he felt good inside you.Â
âThatâs right, moan for meâŠâ He growled as his throbbing cock touched you in all the right places, making you come in no time. âMy perfect little brat.â He growled again as he came right after you, finally.Â
You were barely able to process anything, but as you were shaking and gasping for air as you came down from your high, you felt him pull his cock out of you and a moment later, he slipped his fingers back into you.Â
You let out a surprised moan as he fingered his cum into you again, making you arch your back and whine in pleasure even louder than before.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you whined, unsure if you wanted him to stop playing with your body or if you wanted him to make you come again. âRy, please.âÂ
âLook at that, huh? Youâre still greedy.â He didnât care about how sensitive you were. He carried on toying with you, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you came again. Crying and gasping for him.Â
âThere we go, baby.â He uncuffed your wrists before pulling you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you as he spooned you from behind, both of you too tired to move and clean up just yet. âAre you okay?â He asked, kissing the side of your face and you melted into him.Â
When the trembling subsided, you twisted in his arms and shoved your face into his neck, whispering, âThank you.âÂ
He chuckled, rubbing his hand aimlessly up and down your thigh. âAnytime, baby. You know Iâll always take care of you. Even when youâre being brat.â
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